Primal Instinct.
Chapter Eleven: Fighter.
Nails overgrown and sharp, having been neglected through her incarceration, dug into the flesh of Victor's large biceps as they slammed into one another. Due to his massive size upon impact he sent her hitting the floor, his body pinning hers to it as he followed gravity to land on top of her. She was not the type to give up however and with normal human teeth she sunk them into the flesh of his neck. It was perhaps fortunate that the supression collar was still on her for Victor since this single touch would have triggered her absorption mutation. However, despite the collar being around her neck and functioning, it was still allowing Wolverine's healing factor she had to work due to the fact she had been broken out of incarceration just after the scientists there programmed the collar to allow such.
Rogue was unable to follow what happened next. One minute she was releasing her teeth from the male's neck, bending her knees to prepare to kick the brute off, and the next he was just gone. When a loud crack followed by a thud was heard her head darted towards the direction of the sound to see quite a large dent in a metal wall with Victor pinned to it by three sharp metal knives which happened to be attatched to the other feral male in the room. In her feral mind she was unsure how to proceed. On one hand this was her fight against the blonde male, but if the two males were fighting each other were they fighting for her because if so she should not interfere. After all mating habits dictate that any female should always aim to mate with the best male, and to interrupt a fight to find this out was against her very nature. On another hand though everyone was focused on the two males and the door out of this steel enclosure was open giving Rogue a chance to escape. She had to make a quick second decision. It was when Hijack shifted from one front paw to the lean onto the other she came to a decision. She had to make the right decision for her pack and so with a quick, subtle gesture to her packmate she then spun on a dime and bolted from the medical lab, following her nose down the hallway to where she found the scents the strongest. After all that meant an exit. What she came to though was another set of doors but they seemed different, without any door knob to pull, and a button on the left hand side of it. A word whispered in the back of the feral female's mind but it was gone as quick as it was said, and instinctively she seemed to press the button. The doors soon opened, Rogue and Hijack running inside a small box room, the doors closed before a whirring sound was heard as something in the air seemed to shift.
Fortunately the odd feeling did not last long and the doors soon opened revealing a different place she had been in previously. This hallway wasn't silver and cold. This one had light wooden floorboards with rugs, rich coloured walls, decorations, and other two leggeds. Younger two leggeds.
Rogue instantly felt uneasy. On one hand females never hurt cubs unless they were a threat, and yet there was just so many of them here. How was she supposed to deal with them?
Suddenly a stream of fresh air flooded her nostrils. Her head snapped to the right and without hesitation she began running down the corridors with Hijack hot on her heells. It was not a moment later she smelt the two male ferals in the air. They couldn't be that far behind her, and with that warning she ran faster. Males were always built bigger and with this it made them not as fast as the female but should they gain enough ground she knew she would have a slim chance of escape. Especially a second time.
A few more turns later and she spotted another pair of doors that had sunlight streaming in through the glass windows on them. Her face almost seemed to light up in excitement as she raced for it, and with a loud thud she shoved the door open as she launched outside alongside Hijack. The instant her now bare feet, her shoes had torn and shredded by this point, made a shiver of relief to run through her. She felt so much more comfortable now. She was away from the man-made cage. Now she was outside, in nature, where all feral beasts were meant to be. Now she just had to go find herself a new territory and everything would be as it should be.
Unfortunately she only got three strides on the lush grass before a heavy weight slammed into her back. Her body fell forward forcing her to land face first into the earth. The heavy weight followed her momentum, landing on top of her with a heavy thud seconds before a vicious growl rumbled into her ear. Rogue froze, now recognising the scent of the larger blonde male and correctly guessing he was the weight on top of her. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted her packmate bounding towards them. His intention was clear; destroy the male. She felt the piercing pain of claws in her biceps a second before she growled at her packmate. Hijack immediately came to a halt, confusion clear on why he was told to stop by his Alpha but obeying regardless. Her packmate's safety was a high priority in her mind and so she told him not to attack. The blonde male was at least twice the size of Hijack and instincts state that because of such Hijack would not stand a chance. She had to do this herself.
"Let. Her. Go. Victor."
Wolverine growled, Logan's normal brown eyes now a vivid gold as his alter ego took control. It would not let his human half hold him back any longer. The Wolverine had wanted his mate, this female, since he first laid eyes on her. He had never wanted the redhead. That had been his stupid human half's idiotic infactuation. In the Wolverine's eyes the redhead had been nothing but a spoilt two-faced bitch, and the day she went evil had been so obviously coming that he was only surprised that no one else had seen it coming. There were some truly stupid humans around and he had no patience for them. If his stupid human half had been smart he would have claimed this female long before their half brother had come along, providing more then adaquet competition.
A smirk rose on Victor's face, his piercing amber eyes alight with satisfaction as a deep purr resonated in his powerful chest.
"Now why should I do that brother? You had ample opportunity over the years to make your move and you didn't. Now she's one of us... mmm, she smells so good... I don't see why I should let this frail go. You've clearly never wanted her and she needs a strong male to take command."
With that last sentence Victor gave a sharp thrust producing a squeak out of said female. She had not been expecting or preparing it. Something in the depths of her clouded mind told her it wasn't good but there was a sense of relief in that both of them still had clothes on to stop any penetration. Rogue ignored this as quick as it came to light and a fierce growl rumbled in her throat. She was not submitting yet!
The fight was gaining quite the crowd by now causing most - if not all - students to circle the sight although they gave the three ferals a wide berth. Both males had a fierce reputation - Victor more so then Logan - and of course there was the plague... Rogue. At least that was how they had always treated her due to her ability and clearly it hadn't changed.
The feeling of being trapped came upon the feral female rather quickly and without proper thought she began thrashing around as much as she could within the blonde male's firm grip. Unfortunately she soon realised the more she moved the more a certain muscle would grow in size and firmness, and it sure as hell wasn't attatched to her body. She growled in fustration, gnashing her teeth briefly, as her eyes wild with desperation began looking around as much as she could to find a way out of this.
It was probably fortunate that Logan had a certain ability to swoop in and save the day when it came to Rogue, even if he did refuse to admit to himself he felt anything but fatherly emotion for the kid. Six solid adamantium knives slid inside Victor's body like a blunt knife through butter as Logan charged him forcing the blonde off Rogue. Before Rogue could even blink the two males were once again fighting each other leaving her laid out on her stomach on the grass. For a moment she didn't know what to do next.
Instinct told her to run now with her packmate. Something barely exsisting told her to help the dark haired male. This same something told her to get the collar off so she could really help the male. A sadistic form of pleasure ran through her mind at images that could barely be seen of what she could do once the collar was off. However this moment left as quick as it came, causing just whispers of something perhaps the feral should be remembering increasing Rogue's own fustration. She knew something wasn't right but as feral as she was she could only react on what was happening now.
The feral female spun around, gaze landing on Hijack, and with a swift nod both began running away from the crowd as well as the fighting males. She was just inside the tree line when she heard a painful howl causing her to come to an abrupt halt. The howl belonged to the dark haired male. Somehow she just knew it did. A brief human act of nibbling on her bottom lip occured before against her own survivor instincts the female spun around to run back the way she came. Hijack of course followed - he would not abandon his human and alpha!
Growling in fustration, Rogue leapt out of the tree line and began running on all fours towards the battling males. She flung herself at the pair but just as she did so the two seemed to seperate on their own. Victor reacted the quickest and with a swift, as well as graceful, turn his hands grabbed her before slamming her hard against a tree. His face was inches away from her own as he roared at her, panting slightly.
"SUBMIT!"
The power that came from that one word caused Rogue to look at him in fright and her body to quiver. Something told her she should fight, a whisper, but feral instincts overpowered that thought and before she knew it Rogue's gaze fell to her feet as she tilted her head to bare her neck. She could not fight this male. She just wasn't strong enough as she was at the moment. She would need a lot of food, rest, as well as chance to get to her top shape to stand a chance as the feral she believed herself to be right now. It was probably ironic that it was perhaps her mutant ability was one of the few things that could cause these two male ferals to fall - it perhaps would have been amusing to Rogue if she had been herself to cause both males to fall at her feet through her mutation. There was something wild and sexy about the both of them. Both as men, mutants, and ferals.
Victor latched onto her neck and bit down hard, piercing the skin as a satisfied rumble purred within his chest. Before now he had never felt the urge to mate. He had preferred to attack and rape whatever piece of frail he could find. None had smelt like this one nor had fought him so hard or well as this one. Plus, he was getting one up on his younger brother. How much better could it get?
The Wolverine snarled in fustration, curse words lingering in his head for his human counterpart as he watched Victor mark the female.
Rogue whimpered a little, her eyes closed in pain on the initial piercing of her flesh but a second later she managed to open her eyes.
Her gaze met The Wolverine's. Something in her eyes silenced and gave The Wolverine hope. A smirk spread across the dark male's lips, even as Rogue fainted in Victor's arms.
Victor hadn't won yet.
Author's Note: Thankyou everyone for your reviews and all those that favourited this story! It means a lot to me that you did. I do love the feral stories w/ Rogue, Wolverine, and Sabertooth, and I couldn't resist making one. Special thanks goes to soaringphoenix86 who gave the most awesome review. I am so glad someone gets it like I do and loves the interaction between the three ferals. I love how they rebound off each other! Anyway, I hope this chapter was worth the wait. =)
